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Thursday, 26 April 2012

Yes, he has been
wiping forehead with the swipe of his forearm and sometimes it has been as if
to blow his nose sniffling from a dreadful cold.

These are figments
of the imagination, an imagination that has created pictures in the mind of him
curled up in some corner crying his eyes out but he seems to have lost the
capacity for such emotion and expression for himself. No, he cannot cry.

Not a tear with
create the flood to sweep away the things before and not a fear will strengthen
to face the issues that appear to be too much to handle.

If you can pray,
you must whisper that you never be caught alone and lonely when you most need
hands, hearts, holds and help to see you through difficult times.

You wonder how in a
world of over 7 billion people you find yourself in the midst of a vast world
of the barren, a wilderness and stillness where you the only sound you seem to
hear is the sound of your breathing and the fainter sound of your heart beating.

He screams from
within without making a sound. Help!

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